so yesterday in class we were taking our state tests and we couldn’t talk until everyone finished and everyone was done except for this kid juan and i looked at him and said “you are the only juan left” and i laughed so hard i snorted
His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly’s wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.
— Ernest Hemingway (via aeloquence)
